Gaslight Poems - Poems about Gaslight

What happens when the only light you see Is the mainstream media’s gaslight? It’s Plato’s Cave all over again Except the fire throwing shadows now Is an official gaslight torch. Ironic tho’ given the current gaslighter’s revulsion Of all things fossil fuel. But gaslight it is. Although the source of the actual gas Is still under investigation. My hunch, my bet, my two cents Is that...

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gaslight me the movie of my underdeveloped consciousness give me a hand take thine arm without the silent treatment and a thank you for the mind fook hoovering is not allowed this is not magic but it is never seen a fly so brave the invitation is in the mail RSVP the art intelligentsia or Milly`la`Foret's lost inheritance embodyed in...

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We play and then fight I'm wrong and you're right You're happy I'm sad I'm content and you're mad You're hot and I'm cold I'm yes and you're no We go up and then down You swim while I drown I'm short and you're tall You stand as I fall I'm young and you're old You're fast and I'm slow I'm weak...

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Loving and fighting Accusing, denying I can't imagine A world with you gone The joy and the chaos The demons we're made of I'd be so lost If you left me alone Laughing and crying Emotions are dying I can't pinpoint Just where we went wrong The moodswings...

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Gaslight me, baby. I don't want to hear the truth. Tell me you love me. Say you need me. Promise you'll never leave me. Convince me you think I hung, not just the moon, but the sun and stars as well. Delude me into believing that for you the sex was mind-blowing, that I was enough....

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I completely trust Bob On every tricky job, For all that he knows, The way his thought flows; For his wisdom that grows. Up Bob’s idea would bob, From cynics snatching the power to rob… Bob never was all his life, a half wit, Even, The Best of The Really Fit, Who could like a gas light Keep a firm firmly bright To all its corner...

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Giving me subtle clues they don't care Asking me to work 9 hour shifts without a lunch break Staying late and arriving early every shift Lying to myself about the sciatica shooting down my leg Intrinsically frustrated with my life Giving it all despite the inevitable fall Highlighting the fool in my heart Too much of a team player to give up Makes...

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They portray classic detachment, impaired empathy I ask God about this question, “Why took … so long to see?” To see what was so obvious to God, but not to me Because saw, what wanted to see, not true … reality Charming and Charismatic, great in jobs that they do But behind closed doors, out of sight, ungodly way … treat you Their condescending bullies, yet, quite generous...

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Contempt carves her soul He wants her pain to sustain His pleasure is cruel...

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In another narcoleptic nightmare, along crepuscular curbs I am endlessly stalked by the depraved. Their railing against conspiring contrivances. These gaslighting doctors of spin. On every corner a barking Icke or Alex Jones, On every path a fear-mongering Judy Mikovits. Get hip to all the globalist conspiracies, Look smart, as all the word-crafters think for you! Submit, as all the witchcrafters take...

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Willingly, I ran That was the first sign my life was falling apart Strange bike that brought me back in one piece, damn you That hope of abduction never came to fruition I am complacent in the wake of my life’s finale Climbing those eight flights of stairs Only to prolong my denial Too choked to speak Life has always been...

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My tongue became an ashtray for your venom....

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Gaslight Back in the 19th century, the darkness was brought to life by the gaslight, these lights were a softer option to the brightly lit arc lamps which made the streets look like daylight, if you looked at them too long it could make you blind because of it's extreme brightness,...

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